Chapter 64: Bloodstained Lordaeron (Part I) (Page 1/1)

"This is what you call faith?"

In the middle of the wave of the undead, Arthas brandished Frost Sorrow and stabbed Illidan with a sword. The Demon Hunter took a small step back, his hands slamming into Frostmourn's Sorrow with his blade. The two artifacts confronted, Frostmourn resembling a polar chill, glowing with a deathly blue light, while the Aeginoth Blade emitted a swirling green light.

The Lich King's deep voice came from under the black armor, and Illidan sneered.

"No, I never had any faith, I only believed in myself!"

Illidan let out a low roar, and the mempranous wings behind him quickly opened and expanded, soaring into the air like a demon lord, and a gust of wind instantly rolled up behind him.

The Lich King didn't think so, he didn't even react, and let the wind blow away its white hair, and he just stood there, staring coldly at Illidan as he flew into the air. Whispered to—

"Old friend, it's time for you to die."

As he spoke, Arthas lifted the Frost Sorrow, and the endless glow converged on the blade of the magic sword, and the air around him was lowered to the extreme. Around Alsace, it was like a small avalanche. Like a trumpet in the middle of winter, all the breath of life was absorbed. This time, he wants the life of the demon hunter and will not show mercy to his men again. This time, Frostmourn and his master are full of power, eager to absorb the life of the first Demon Hunter.

He gripped Frost Sorrow tightly...... Illidan launched a dive. He was brave, fearless, even cold and contemptuous, like any previous battle. But unlike the demons he hunted in the past, Arthas is the Lich King, and the Lich King is a symbol of death, and Frostmourn has killed powerful demons, and it will not be afraid of demon hunters. Moreover, Illidan was nothing more than a defeated man.

In the dark night sky, Illidan swooped down like a green meteor, and Arthas held up the Frost Sorrow...... Sortie!

Green fire and ice collide.

A moment before the Demon Hunter swung his blade, Frostmourn screamed. This attack was like ice coming out of its sheath, and the ice condensed on the tip of the sword, instantly extending the tip of the sword by several centimeters, and stabbing at the demon hunter with the power of darkness.

But Illidan is not the Illidan of the past, he is more mature and sophisticated.

Although he can't attack the enemy's weak points, he won't be so quick to be hurt by Frost Sorrow. In the air, as the Dark Sword was about to pierce into his body, Illidan roared and tightened his weapon. The blade of Aeginos fiercely blocked the Lich King's imminent assault. A blinding blue-green light exploded in the air, scattering waves of white bone and flesh on the ground. Just like the duel between Ares and the Lich King, the powerful confrontation generates waves of shockwaves that are enough to crush ordinary soldiers.

After the ferocious confrontation, the difference in strength still made Illidan take a small half step back, and the demon hunter barely landed, and countless splashes of water and blood splashed on the ground. It was the blood of the enemy and the Lordaerons, but not your own.

"Demon hunters don't make the same mistake twice."

He let out a low roar, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and launched an even more frantic attack on the Lich King. The blades of Aeginos turned into two deadly green vortices, and the flames of hell continued to slam down on Arthas. Accompanied by the physical attack of the Aeginos Blade. The attack flowed like a gorgeous dance. For a while, the Lich King had to be passively defensive.

The magic sword took the trouble to block, and soon, they collided again and wrestled together. Like Ares, Illidan felt the pressure of the Lich King's power, his face covered in beads of sweat and his arms throbbing with bruises that had been crushed and then regained. Fighting against the world's most powerful undead force. The Lich King, on the other hand, looks much more sedate. Frostmourn clings to the blade of Aeginoth. Illidan even felt the whisper of the magic sword. After all, the master who forged it, is a demon......

"I'm glad I can once again stab the Frost Sorrow into you. It will be your best companion, yes, soul mate. ”

Arthas whispered a laugh. An endless chill rose from his massive black armor, forming puffs of white smoke.

Suddenly, Arthas exerted his strength violently, and a terrifying ghost crying wolf howl sounded between heaven and earth. At this moment, Illidan felt that his vitality had been sucked away. That's almost irresistible.

Fiercely, Illidan drew his sword and retreated, while the Lich King took advantage of the situation to move forward and attack again.

And this blow is something that Illidan cannot resist.

The tip of the sword almost pierced Illidan's chest, but at the last moment, the loyal demon hunter flew out of the air, blocking the sword and Illidan with his own body!

Frostmourn passed through the Demon Hunter's body like slicing tofu, without stress. In an instant, the female demon hunter was drained of life in front of Illidan. Her soul let out a cry of pain, then devoured by the greed of Frost Sorrow......

"It's a loyal ......"

Stepping on the corpse of the female demon hunter, Arthas pulled the magic sword out of the cold corpse. His voice was full of mockery.

The fire of vengeance rolled inside Illidan, and with all his might, he swung his sword again.

This time, however, the Lich King easily blocked the blade of the Aeginos Blade.

"You're still defeated, blind."

Arthas sneered under his breath. Immediately, the power of darkness poured into Illidan's body through Frost Grief......

The immortal body of ten thousand years felt tired at this moment. Illidan resisted, but the Lich King's power was stronger. His hands holding the blades of Aeginos began to grow cold. In a trance, Illidan seemed to be able to see the pale face under the Lich King's helmet. He was laughing maniacally, as if he had laughed at himself.

In the midst of the painful struggle, Illidan fell to his knees, his pride, his self-confidence, his frivolity vanished in this moment. The Lich King watched with satisfaction as he failed in front of him.

A Hammer Knight swooped down from the sky with a roar and threw a war hammer at the King of the Undead, however, Arthas only raised his head slightly, and in the Shadow Realm, the Hammer Knight had no resistance and fell quickly from the sky along with the griffin. The giant griffin landed behind the Lich King, splashing scarlet blood. And Arthas didn't even look at it.

He walked up to Illidan, the sword hungry and thirsty, and he almost killed the demon hunter with a single sword. However, at the last moment, behind Arthas, a figure suddenly rose.

His speed was so fast that the Lich King didn't even have time to judge, he was distracted by the battle with Illidan just now, and the army of the undead was already in a scuffle with the legions of the Alliance. This human descending from the sky is none other than Varian, the king of Stormwind and the leader of the Alliance's armies. Ureon. A former friend of Alsace!

With a lion-like roar, Varian leaped to the ground, and Salamene slashed at Arthas, the Lich King...... However, in just a heartbeat, a cold cold light flashed, and Frost Sorrow stopped in front of Salamoni at an alarming speed, and the two collided violently, making a dull blow.

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